15921/A Case Of Not Quite Mistaken Identity

A Case Of Not Quite Mistaken Identity
Date of Scene:	23 September 2023
Location:	Last Exit
Synopsis:	Kitty runs into who she thinks is Ben, only to realize it's the real Peter, and she decides to have some fun with him.
Cast of Characters:	Kitty Pryde, Peter Parker

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Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde has been spending more time out at the clubs in the city of late. There are stressful things afoot, and getting away from the school and the other X-men has felt like a bit of a boon to her.

Tonight Kitty is out at the literally underground club in the abandoned subway station. She's wearing a little black dress that really does look killer on her. She's having a good hair night, and added a subtle touch of glitter alongside one of her eyes which plays nicely with the dance clubs lighting.

She's several drinks into the night, and has been dancing it up between each beverage. Enough that her tanned skin has a light glistening sheen to it. At the moment her arms are in the air as she lets herself get caught up in the music out on the dance floor. A Latino moves in as he notices she doesn't seem to be dancing with anyone. Kitty accepts him for a little while as a dance partner, dancing close against him, though the man only gets his hopes up for naught as Kitty lets herself drift away from him again after a half minute or so.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter is hugging a wall. If he could get away with it, he'd be hugging the ceiling. Or, making his way to the fire escape. The lanky young man is very much trying to stay Out Of The Way, holding a soda in one hand and mostly contributing awkward laughs and smiles to the conversation bubbling around him. While not /technically/ an employee of the Daily Bugle, he's in and out of those offices enough that the reporting teams had Shanghai'd him for an evening of rest and relaxation.

He's not really dressed for the club either, in comfortable jeans, a green and blue polo shirt, and a very plain brown jacket. He digs his phone out of a pocket and glances down at the screen as surreptitiously as possible. Any chance of a police call out? Supervillain rampage being live-tweeted?

His hopes are dashed when someone claps his shoulder. "Pete! C'mon man, we're doing shots up at the bar," one of the reporters shouts in his ear. Peter waves him off, shaking his head.

"Bill, no, you've had like--" he watches with an exasperated expression as the reporting team heads off to continue libating. Peter's eyes cut to one of the fire escapes. It'd be so easy...

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty's path through the dance floor is a random thing. Meandering, making liaisons with other dancers briefly, both male and female, before moving on to keep doing her own thing. A couple even seem to invite her to stick around but she just grins at them and lets the movement of the dancing throng carry her further on. The thumping beat injected into the music by the DJ is its own rhythmic seduction, encouraging the dancers to just let go and have their bodies flow to it.

As Kitty gets nearer to the edge and begins pondering another drink, she spots a familiar face over along one wall. She grins at the sight of Peter- no it's Ben. She's got to get that name firmly in her head though she still keeps thinking of him as Peter.

Peering left and right fails to spot Gwen Stacy anywhere. Kitty slips her phone out and thumb taps a text message out quickly. The reply from the blond doesn't take too long, confirming she isn't out clubbing tonight, and neither is Ben.

The phone goes back in her small bag and Kitty's eyes drift back to... well it turns out she was right the first time, apparently. Peter.

She can't help but gaze at him, marveling at not only how alike they look, but even the similarity of dress. Peter - darn it, Ben! - was wearing something similar when Kitty first encountered him in the comic book store.

Of course, -this- Peter won't know that. Or who she is. And that causes Kitty to get a smile of mischief. Stepping away from the dance floor, she moves to follow the wall that Peter Parker is wallflowering on, so he won't see her coming until she's right up near to him. "So," she says to Peter directly once close, loud enough to be heard over the music. "Coming out dancing and not even bothering to call me and let me know, Peter?" she asks him while flashing a pretty smile Peter's way.

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter looks up, double-takes, looks back again, and shifts his weight under him. Kitty is /very/ close to him, and he's automatically leaning away a little and says "I'm sorry" while she's mid-greeting. "Wait, what?" he asks a beat later. His eyes widen slightly in surprise, then in alarm, and he takes a quick glance around the bar.

"I'm sorry, are you talking--" Obviously, she's talking to him, and he aborts that line of inquiry. "Er, sorry. I mean, uh, ... do we know each other?" he asks with a wary caution. His phone's locked and slipped into his jacket pocket. Hands follow, too, in an effort to make his body language as neutral as possible. "I'm just waiting for my friends," he adds a little lamely, and gestures at the bar with one hand in his jacket pocket. Totally the only reason he's playing wallflower at the club, yes ma'am. No other possibility.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde is indeed very close to him, inside of Peter Parker's personal space if not quite brushing against him. The pretty brunette's face breaks out in a grin as she laughs and shakes her head at him.

Even as he leans away, Kitty leans forward to keep herself near to him. In fact she leans even closer so she can bring her lips up nearer to his ear so she doesn't have to shout so much for him to hear her. "I know your secret, Peter Parker," the girl whispers to Peter before leaning back just enough that she can meet his eye. One of Kitty's eyebrows goes up and she gives a slight, knowing nod as if she could hear his mental doubt and is already answering it with the gesture.

Peter will have a few moments his mind could race, thinking about what secret of his this girl could know. And how. And who is she? But about the time he might be gathering his wits enough to open his mouth to say something, Kitty reaches over and rests a hand on his chest, tapping there once or twice.

"I know you bought that copy of Wonder Woman #1 just to see her in the skimpy outfit, Peter Parker," she tells him, and gives Peter another little tap on his chest. "And I know I let you keep custody of it when we bought it together. But don't think you can dodge me and not share it with me again."

She gives him a little bit of a smile that is a mix of shy and coy. "And besides, if you were coming out dancing you should have really let me know," she says, peeking up at him through her lashes.

Peter Parker has posed:
It's entirely possible some steam is escaping through Peter's ears. All he can do is stare at Kitty with a slack-jawed expression as he tries desperately to put things in place in his mind. The extreme proximity from a total stranger is challenge enough, but the familiarity with which she addresses him absolutely flummoxes the poor lad. It takes a few beats for his brain to catch up with current events and put a hypothesis forward. "Uh... yes, absolutely," he agrees, and wags his chin in concurrence. "I definitely remember that comic and I should have called you. I've just been so, um, busy. With work, and ... stuff. Um." He pushes his brown hair back from his brow without betraying his agitation. "But it's really good to see you. Again," he ventures.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty gives Peter a soft smile. The club's lights play off those little bits of glitter beside her eye, but are hard pressed to match the warm light Kitty's gaze holds.

"I didn't mean to put you on the spot," she tells him, before getting a little bit of a guilty grin. "Ok, maybe I did just a little. But I hope you won't blame me. You take me out to one of the most romantic Italian restaurants I've ever been to, then looked like you weren't even going to kiss me goodnight after," she reminds him.

Her hand is still on his chest, and Kitty's fingers brush back and forth a few times before she lets them fall away, arm hanging at her side. "It doesn't take all that much to just tap out a text message. 'Hey Kitty, wanted to see how you're doing'."

The lovely girl glances over her shoulder back at the dance floor, then back to Peter. Expression looking perhaps just a tiny bit sad or wistful. "Well, I shouldn't put you on the spot like that. Just, anyway, I'm here tonight. And enjoying dancing. If you wanted to come dance with me you could. But if you'd rather get back with your friends, no problem," she tells him.